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When the sun rose up during dawn, the Underworld was shrouded in darkness. The hardworking Eggface had walked out from his nest.

As a Black Dragon, he had a strict biological clock.

The time was 7:30 am. He played the rolling Undead game for the entire night, but that didn't affect his rest. Even if he had dark rings around his eyes, that wasn't a problem as he was a Black Dragon.

When Eggface saw the Airship coming back, he immediately shut down the computer and left the Dungeon Lord Main Hall.

After Eggface had awakened, he went to wash up. Then he started his work as a secretary.

A few Gnomes had set up a huge cauldron of boiling water to let Eggface have a comfortable bath.

Then a few Gnomes and Houndhead Men gave Eggface a full body massage. A few Goblins begged and pleaded with Eggface to give them a chance for a Houndhead Man reincarnation.

The unfeeling Eggface rejected all requests as the Goblins were unwilling to kneel down and call him Master. They didn't deserve to be reincarnated.

After a comfortable bath, Eggface took his briefcase and checked his notebook. There was no entry for today, so Eggface was relieved.

He received various worships from Goblins, Gnomes, and Houndhead Men while he walked along.

”Father Eggface! Give me a hidden mission!”

”Just a Houndhead Man reincarnation chance! Please! Lord Eggface!”

”Ah! The King of Darkness! I need your power…”

What kind of a Dragon was Eggface? He was the King of Dark Flames, the Master of Darkness. The highest breed of Dragon. How could they expect to be Eggface's closest servants with their naivety?

It wasn't possible. With their capabilities, they were only suitable to be laborers!

Eggface had arrived at the Dungeon Lord Main Hall. He opened the door and saw Sherlock typing furiously on the keyboard. He must be browsing the discussion forum.

Eggface wasn't interested in the discussion forum. He put the briefcase on the table and brewed a cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea that he finished in a gulp. Then he started his work as a secretary.

Eggface paced around the room and found a suitable corner, sitting down with his two front paws supporting the ground. Then, he slowly sprawled on the ground.

It was time to work.

…

Sherlock heard Eggface snore, and his typing crawled to a halt.

”What time did Eggface play until last night?”

”Let me check…” Bru became silent before he said, ”Thirty minutes before you came.”

”Tsk.”

”Lord Sherlock, that Fallen Angel last night…” Bru was puzzled, but he was interrupted by Sherlock.

”It was after my compulsory education. She was my 70 years classmate from higher education,” Sherlock said without lifting his head.